Angel In The Fog

For my daughter when I missed her

Can we go back to Liverpool

With the boys in the band

We will find the nun who wandered barefoot

With her wimple in her hand

 

Down cobbled streets and alleys

Over bridges we’ll make merry

Drink tea throughout the afternoon

Then take the Mersey ferry

 

Can I bring you back to Birmingham

To walk beside the river

We’ll waltz with ghosts on floors of steel

When autumn makes us shiver

 

Can we find an old familiar charm

Beneath molasses skies

Where heroes marched and children sang

And visions bled and died

 

We belong to both

The here and there

To all places in between

To stars and flags and midnight blue

Where legends walk unseen

 

There are no answers

Only questions

In our traveling epilogue

You are the wings and air around me

My angel in the fog

 

-Zoe Richardson

Author's Note

Enjoy this bit of whimsy. Y'all deserved a break from the angst!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I did not read your authors note before reading your poem, but this is EXACTLY what I was thinking! What a breath of fresh pondering! (((HUGS)))

[Zoe Richardson]

I am so glad you enjoyed it! I will try to post more positive things along the way.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so beautiful...I especially like the "Waltzing with ghosts" part.
For many reasons, I have memories that have that old familiar charm...But the older I have gotten and the more I have learned, the less I know I know!

j.

[Zoe Richardson]

Thank you so much! Your thoughtful comments are so very special! The "Waltz with ghosts" is actually a veiled reference to a local landmark. Sloss Furnace, in Bham, is an old steel mill that is rumored to be one of the most spots in the South. There are ghosts tours during October and everything. So "Waltz with ghosts on floors of steel" is about visiting a haunted steel furnace!

[LostSage]

wow very pretty very mysterious you have your own writing style

[Zoe Richardson]

Thank you. I have worked hard, since I was 13, to find and develop my voice.